Fishing Port "Quarantine"
I haven't written in a while. The emotions surrounding contacting my favorite singer still haunt me and they were absolutely necessary for me to face the next diagnoses. I don't know if I will have the opportunity to tell or thank this man personally for everything he did for me, without even knowing he was doing it. He was a life-changer, if not even a life-saver...
But instead of writing another Ode to Yavor Kirin, or writing about my condition, I decided to be silent for a while. I needed that.
And then I remembered that before all this, I wanted to show you a place and tell you a little about it. A place that surprised me. And it is called:
Fishing Port "Quarantine" (in Varna, the sea capital of Bulgaria)
The truth is that I knew nothing about this place. Because I don't know Bulgaria well. I still don't know anything about it, but at least it has been visited, photographed, stepped on its territory, observed, amazed.
Two posts ago I used some photos from this place and then I thought it would be better to write something about it instead of using the photos only as text accompaniments. Maybe it's worth something like that. Or maybe not. I'm not entirely sure.
Because the level of misery that I saw here is higher than usual. Or at least that's what it seems to me. You know the state of all fishing ports or fishing villages. They are somehow by default poor, strange, miserable, as if they are in another world, even if they are in a developed country.
And we are not in a developed country here anyway.
But at the same time, the level of surrealism, equally typical of fishing ports and fishing villages, is also too high.
All these chairs and sofas placed on and next to boats, old fishing boats pulled ashore. It all looks too strange.
Yes, the first picture shows that there was probably a film festival here. And I just read that there is an international short film festival here.
Which might explain the presence of these chairs and sofas to some extent. But that's also strange. Because how could an international film festival be held in such misery?
When we visited this place in 2021, it coincided with the height of the pandemic and shortly after, when we returned home, the country was closed again, it was forbidden to go to restaurants, travel, etc. And probably because of that, this place impressed me so much at the time. With its unusual name "Quarantine".
Then I thought that this couldn't be some coincidence and the name was invented as a sign of protest. That this beach, this fishing port is used by all those who oppose the status quo and want to go out, socialize, they even organized an entire film festival in the name of freedom...
However, I now see that the festival's page has an archive from 2015, when it was apparently held for the first time, and the history of the name of the place is old. It is connected to the past, when sailors who were suspected of being sick were quarantined there.
What a coincidence! It was a quite appropriate place to visit then, during this great "pandemic" that turned our whole world upside down.
Later, in recent years, this port has been implicated in yet another political scandal over investments worth millions of euros under European programs, which, let's not hide it, benefit only a few people from our poor, corrupt country. But that is another, very sad topic, which I do not want to dwell on today.
I'm almost certain that if I went to this place today, I would find it the same as I saw it 4 years ago. It would be the same misery and surrealism, and there would be no improvement, despite the millions spent, which simply went into someone's pocket, as happens with every single "project" in this poor country.
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Bonjour, tristesse! Tu resteras jusqu'à demain? Je ne sais pourquoi...
I don't know why, but fishing boats usually make me feel sad. Always. That's why I have a kind of obsession with constantly taking pictures of them. That was the original topic of this post, but as usually happens with me, when I started writing it, the focus shifted and I wrote about something else. But the feeling of sadness remained. 😊
For me, fishing boats in Germany look like something which is vanishing behind the 'event horizon', and thus it feels comparable to your sadness.
But fishing boats in some other countries - where fishing is not yet industrialised - do not look in such a manner to and for me. As a still living element of culture and maybe flourishing part of economy, their look evokes good feelings.
I feel more sadness at the sight of old fishing boats, those weathered vessels that have been through so many storms, battered by waves, rain and wind, peeling and losing their original luster, even paint, but still alive, active, continuing. Continuing despite everything. They remind me especially of human life in general and photographing them is like photographing myself, and talking about them makes me want to cry.
Beginning with a predefined focus and then drifting to another - I know what you mean!
I think it's some utterance out of the depths of one's own soul.
It's a 'soul's detour'.
;-)
Thank you for reminding me of the pseudonym I chose for myself. 😅It really is not accidental! I had forgotten that things in my life never happen the way I imagined or wanted or longed for, everything takes its own unknown and uncontrollable paths, and absolutely everything follows from there, even the way my thoughts flow.🙃